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Yo estaba...
Home
at Someone Else’s Home
at Work
in School / University
in a Bar / Restaurant
at a Social Event
Traveling
in a Service Setting
in a Public Space
Other
La persona que me hizo daño era un...
Stranger
Acquaintance
Non-Romantic Friend
Casual / First Date
Romantic Partner
Family Member
Authority Figure
Colleague
Me identifico como...
Irish
Any other White background
Mi orientación sexual es...
LGBTQ+
Straight / Heterosexual
Lesbian / Gay
Bisexual
Queer
Me identifico como...
a Man
a Woman
Non-binary
Gender-fluid
Me identifico como...
a Person with a physical disability
a Person who is neurodivergent
an Immigrant
Yo era...
a Young Adult
an Adult
an Older Adult
Cuando esto ocurrió, también experimenté...
Physical harm
Emotional abuse
Financial abuse
Human trafficking
Verbal abuse
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Sharing and seeking help will do more good for you than you’ll see or feel for a long time. People are genuinely here to help, you’ll be surprised who has similar stories.
I have found huge comfort in sharing my story with other survivors. More women go through these trauma’s than you think. We’re all just scared that we’re too broken, too much. But we are not. We were violated. We lost our freedom and rights. We were forced on in the most vulnerable of places. That doesn’t go away. Still a number years on from when I was raped the first time I still struggle to talk about it. a numberyears on from being sexually assaulted and I haven’t told anyone about it. I’ve gone to the Rape Crisis Centre countl...
Healing is finding my voice. No longer being afraid to share my story and be listened too.
Holding in those feelings and thoughts, what happened to you is never the best way to heal. Find your voice and I promise you’ll be heard.
There's always more fight left in you. Hope is your guidance. You are not alone, it's never too late and you will be believed!
We were friends. That is what I told him when he tried to kiss me when I was drunk. He smiled and said he understood.
We were friends. That is what I told him when I agreed to sleep off the alcohol at his as he insisted it wasn't safe for me to walk home. I felt a sense of relief and comfort when he smiled and said he understood.
There is always light at the end of the tunnel. There is always hope as "hope is a thing with feathers." There is help out there and there is always someone willing to listen. Things always get better in the end, there is so much more to look forward to. You are not your past trauma. There is a future out there, waiting.
I'm trying not to judge myself and be kind to myself and to not blame myself. What would I say to a friend? I try to say that to myself.
You as a Survivor are incredible. Only you know what your story is like. No body understands what it is truely like unless they have experienced it themselves. You are not alone. Other Survivors understand you better.Stay strong always and never let anyone discredit your story.
Each year it crashes in like the waves beating the stand.
It brings a swirl of emotion and feelings unbeknownst to my fragile mind.
My body seises as it struggles to stay afloat.
I gasp as the sharp prickly water traps my body,
unable to move,
but only to breathe,
Absolutely. If my story is of help to anyone or anyone needs to share their story with me, I would be so happy if anything helps. I survived that part of my life and am working on the other parts.
Speak up and speak out about your experiences and you will be amazed at the outpouring of support you will receive. And above all, never give up.
Just know that it was never your fault for what happens. You are strong and deserve to be happy in who you are.
You have a strength in you to fight .
The best revenge is not letting him have a hold on your future.
There is always light at the end of the tunnel - guaranteed.
Never give up.
Your victory story will help others. You have a purpose.
In my darkest days I wish someone told me this.
You are worthy.
When I was 23, after having lost my father to cancer and moving into my first home as a single parent, I was "sexually assaulted" by my uncle who was now one of my neighbours. It was what was possibly deemed a harmless move by him, a drunken misunderstanding where he accidentally but forcefully stuck his tongue in my mouth while consoling me on my loss. The weight of him pressing me into the sofa of my new home. My new place of safety.
Things can get better. You will never fully forget what happened to you, but you will grow around your trauma. It will never disappear, but it doesn't have to have a happy life.
I was sexually assaulted while living abroad for college. I did not accept what had happened to me for some months and allowed my life to spin out of control. I am doing better for myself now and picking up the pieces after having accepted the reality. But I am finding it harder and harder to process and work though the thought of memories of the incident. It feels like im taking one step forward and two steps back. Luckily I have people who I confided in but I feel like asking to talk about it is too much to ask.
If you think you may have been assaulted you probably have. Take time to deal with it don’t brush it off. It is not the new normal.
Do not ever give up. I have got this far and u can too. The weaker and more vulnerable I feel the more God can shine His light through me and on to other people. I am 56 now but finally starting to really live my life through the power might and gentleness of my God who has saved me. I am His child. I am beautiful in His eyes. He loves me so much and sends me people who really care about me. He can save you too no matter how lost u think u are.
It does get better. It doesn’t mean it will happen again. There is still love and joy in the world, even after it all. It just might take time to see it.
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I was assualted, sexual assualted by a man I trusted, who I looked up to. I was 21 at the time, modeling, doing shoots, stepping into the modeling industry.
Little did I know how dark things would get. These women who would stand by these abusers. He groped me from behind and touched me sexually on a shoot. I froze, I couldn't say anything. Couldn't process what was happening. He drove me home, told me to play with myself and let him watch. I ignored his requested and he told me if his wife found out, she'd die from the stress (she was sick a...
You can use this to be your motivator. You can use this rock bottom to show how far you can really push yourself and go. You can take back your life.
Journaling changed my life and so did therapy. Three years after it has happened and I can honestly say if I could take back what happened I wouldn’t because I learned just how strong I am. Spirituality helped me a lot to feel clean again and I used it to get me where I am today. There is hope I promise.
I've a lot of healing to do. Starting with counselling to try understand everything and why it wasn't all my fault.
Don't give up on you. Healing can and does happen. With practice and dedication to your own healing you can recover from the trauma of sexual violence. I have learned so much about myself. I am proud of the woman that I am. I am proud that I never gave up on me and I hope that those who take the time to read this piece don't ever give up on themselves. You are worthy. You are deserving of support, care and of love. You matter. You are enough!
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